Hold still I'm trying to draw you
don't look until it's done
you've changed even in the few
minutes since we began

I've decided to go with it
cause I've been putting it off when it just needs to get done
but even in your pose so still you've
changed since we began

Take a guess at the number of candies
contained in this blurry glass jar if you guess it you will 
win the entire contents and the contest is
the same with me here I am
tell me that you know how many years
remain in this glass jar if you tell me that you
know
you win
every year within

Someone said or wrote that by the time you're 24 you put your foot
down for the rest of you life on the side that you just happened upon
like a point of no return
but if I change my clothes and change my
mind on where I go who knows I might be
changed in what I know
Til the sleeping bag of stars is rolled up

Once I turned in all my papers
and got my grades online
now that I've singled myself out
by getting in line
now that I've proved I'm pretty good
at keeping myself alive
it's time to speak up when they ask me how I 
plan to survive

Whatchya gonna do you ask let me tell
you what my plans are I'm gonna work a full
workday, then eat sleep and play and
use my major to get through the day and when the
heavy words and pictures from here and there
crawl into my backpack when I am unaware
would you listen to me so that I can get to sleep

Why did the other guys in the foxhole die
and I'm the only one the shrapnel left alive
what did I do to stay alive I did nothing but sit stunned 
and hear my pounding heart go on
booster shots don't deflect and hot lead flies on the road ahead
but only foolish people live like they're never gonna die

On a dusky drive close to the river the streetlight gave away 
a swarm of mayflies eating, drinking, being merry in mid-air
that was just last week and now, I'm in the exact same place and found that
each and every one of them has dropped dead to the ground

Ephemeroptera
light a path for my feet

Mayfly, one-day fly
show me how I ought to be

When he cut himself, on his sharp, sharp wit
I stared at the open wound, no blood came out of it
the changeless man
his veins are filled with scabs
last bus on the route just left so
it's a long time to wait or a long way to go
keep walking and keep waiting it will come
I've not walked long enough
I've not waited long enough